There was no way that I would have let that old friend near that woman. I was just a typically possessive teenage boy from the heartland, on this part...cular topic.Yet, as time went by, and experience was gained, I realized that I should have reconsidered the concept of letting him back into her life.The late sixties, with its sex, chemicals, rock 'N' roll and “swinging” seemed to diminish the effect of her first fucks. It did not. Only years after our high school class had dispersed to all. He reaches for my shorts and instantly I slip off his lap. "No, no no," I chime, "Not yet. You want this done right?" Henry nods again, and out of the corner of my eye, I see David narrow his eyes. Even he doesn't know what I have in store. "We fuck. That is right, isn't it?" Henry rasps as his cock presses against his jeans, begging to be released. I smirk wickedly before leaning in and whispering, "What is your fantasy?" His eyes widen before I give him a small nod. I mean exactly what I say.. I see him occasionally as i leave inthe morning, but he normally keeps out of my way. Hewould choose this morning to try to come on to me.I suppose he was good looking in his way, 6ft 2inches,230lbs, well defined, black and with an extremeattitude, obviously gay and he made it perfectly plainthat he was here looking for sex partners. Today hetried chatting me up and blowing his smoke breath allover me, i really wasn?t in the mood for it, so toldhim that if there were three things i didn?t like. ”“As you know, I have extensive estates in France, but also abroad. I have a large estate in Tuscania, in northern Italy, outside the reach of King Charles. I have a boat waiting for us now, on the Seine. I’ve also bribed the guards to make certain that they are gone for the next hour. Come with me, both of you. Let us leave this place, and you can live the rest of your lives in Italy. There is nothing here for you, but death.”Marguerite perked up excitedly and turned to her husband. “Jean!.